About the Heart

Don't Get Addicted

"Read what's clean?"

Immediately I turned my gaze towards the voice of the new Anggen. The newly married girl's smile shifted the attention temporarily from the novel I was reading. Without turning the word I show my smartphone screen.

"I'd rather read comics" Anggen chanted after he got an answer about what I was reading.

"We have different flow" I said, reading back.

"Different flow but one job," Anggen replied starting to turn on the big screen in front of him.

"In a moment we'll flow into a different estuary."

Suddenly I felt someone holding me from behind. His chin rests on my shoulder. There was a small sounding. Although I can vaguely confirm if the person behind my back is Anggen. I put my flat thing down. I rubbed his coiled arm against my front body.

"We will still be friends even though we no longer work in one place."

I feel like there's a clear crystal falling on my shirt. The novelty of being separated, came out from the corner of my heart. It spread sadness until I started crying. We grieve. Although our togetherness has not been so long, parting will still make the heart hard hit.

Not many words we say. Something we want to say is already represented through unstoppable rolling tears. A few minutes passed, we were glued to each other tightly.

"What's up, this?" mr. Aryan's voice disturbs the depth of feeling that goes on between me and Anggen.

"Why crying?" Mr. Aryan is getting curious.

"Sad" I answered, beginning to wipe away the tears.

"Should I give you a tranquil hug?" bargain Mr. Aryan while twisting his eyes.

I chose to release Anggen's embrace and turn the chair back. Removing the tears she was streaming with me made a soothing smile. "I love you."

The swab on Anggen's back I give full of tenderness. Hugged each other back before we went back to our tables. Work with work. While Mr. Aryan has gone out sometime. Maybe after I and my best friend cried again, the man chose to leave.

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The time to get home from work has passed by an hour. I'm still struggling with the traffic jam with Mr. Aryan. Dion can't pick me up again. There was no choice but to go home with my brother. Along the way I chose to re-read my online novel.

My attention was so focused on what I read, that question after question I heard only answered in short sentences. Sometimes just muttering, without seeing the face that is inviting to talk.

I gasped when the flat object I was using as a reading medium, had moved into the hands of Mr. Aryan.

"Don't do this, if it's your husband! He will be offended and angry if you are spoken to but your focus is not on him" advised Mr. Aryan while returning what he just took.

I'm afraid of a smile. "Aren't you angry?"

"It's me again mad at you."

Again I showed off the grin. I immediately put the flat object into the bag. See the straight streets filled with vehicles lined up neatly because of traffic jams. A speed of no more than 30 km/h makes the sense of sight is spread by red lighting throughout the eye to see.

"Read an online novel?" ask Mr. Aryan next while changing the radio channel.

My answer is just a nod of the head.

"Usually people will forget the time if they already know the online application, whether it is a game, a reading application or a movie channel. Don't let that happen to you. Remember, pregnant again! Don't stay up!" mr. Aryan's advice was long.

I cast a counter-direction to his existence. "So, you're so chatty."

Mr. Aryan's hand rattled the top of my head. "Don't ngeyel! Your brother has experienced that."

"Love addiction," Pak Aryan relaxed as he turned his round steering through the roundabout and chose the path to the right.

"Dad has love? Eh wrong, have a woman who loves, Father?" my teasing while releasing laughter.

"Well, no," honestly Mr. Aryan who made me hold my laugh and just let out a smile.

"Mr Ngenes is very, yes?"

"That ngenes has passed, since knowing you and being your brother, I'm happy." Mr. Aryan again rattled the top of my head.

Check Mat! When that sentence comes out, I choose silence. Do not want to extend the question for fear of making something runyam. A smile that can be safe.

My mind found a language that would break the awkwardness. "Sir, I started reading the novel about Young Master. His life is perfect. Handsome, Journalist, just dream. So not the real thing?"

"Why ask me?" timpal lightly Mr. Aryan.

"Because Mr. Aryan Young Master, even though he is not young actually," I replied with a mockery in the back sentence.

"You think I'm old? I'm only five years adrift of you."

"Masa? Why does it look like fifteen years, huh?" my teasing returned while looking at him with squinting eyes.

"Don't make me nervous!" threaten Mr. Aryan with a focused look forward.

Actually, Mr. Aryan is still young. There were no wrinkles or old faces painted on his face. It's just that I really like teasing him. It was a form of affection from a sister to a brother.

"Your husband started a lot of work, huh?" investigate Mr. Aryan divert the topic.

"Alhamdulillah. Wisdom has many friends."

"I admire your husband. Her life spirit to make you happy is amazing" praised Mr. Aryan while looking at me for a moment. "I'm not sure I let you go for her."

"Well, I can read it again, right?" my appeal comes out if my brother's call has been chanted.

"So!"

"Kok' that, anyway? Good brother deh. I doain his soul mate is beautiful." My sweet mouth is starting to spread.

"Attime, aja! You can get dizzy when you read in the car. Don't let me take your husband for making you no good when you put him in."

"Thank you, brother," I said as I groaned spoiled.

"Five minutes" said Mr. Aryan gave time.

"It's just one chapter. Ten minutes?" my bargain that actually makes Mr. Aryan reduce the time.

"Three minutes or I'll confiscate your smart thing!"

I stopped arguing with Mr. Aryan. A very wise man is easily crushed by seduction, but if it comes to anything affecting my health then he will be firm. I chose to seek safety. Follow orders.

"Remember my message! When your husband comes home, don't be like this! Watch him!"

Mr. Aryan is very attentive. Not just with me but with Dion's feelings. The sincerity of the heart by submitting yourself as a brother is indeed no doubt. Although many people question her over and over again, it is the fact that she does have a white heart. That's why I love him.